Childhood Ride Poem by James McLain
Childhood Ride
That many thoughts and actions are hard forgiven.
Before being good why none I followed how it tries.
Hitchhiking as a boy, picked up by one of those.
A ranch without a horse but still they ride.
One kind word because of some is gone is found,
that you have known because of afternoon.
Approaching once again the infancy period.
Where days are long to disappear - why so completely?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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